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Organ Grind
02:55
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Jeffrey
03:26
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Little Jeffrey was a jealous man
Nothing ever seemed to go to plan
He wore a cast from his shoulder to his hand
Every night a endless quest for girls
But nothing mattered in the whole damn world
All the slappers in the grossest bars wouldn't let him get that far
He took home mother night one day
She had the greatest debts to pay
Her whole life, shit seemed to flow her way
She had a lover with a broken arm
Who had a mother whose face was deformed
And everybody said she'd been warned
When he broke in the morning
Jeffrey turned to mother night and said
Cmon baby lets go to bed
She said "you only call me baby when you want head, or when you're broke in the morning"
Ain't it such a joke
And he would yodel in the morning sun
When they had not been to sleep for a week
He'd say "baby, money's getting tight,
How but we try and rest tonight
Or we'll be broke in the morning"
Ain't it such a drag, neverending.
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Friend
05:08
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What a friend we have in him
What a friend we have in him
What a friend we have in him
Oh lord, I am mourning
I've got a friend in Jesus
He ain't got a friend in me
Said I've got a friend in Jesus
He ain't got a friend in me
Oh lord
Drank myself to death again
Drank myself to death again
Tried so hard, it failed to chart
What a friend we have in gin
What a friend we have in him
What a friend we have in him
What a friend we have in him
Oh lord, I am mourning
I've got a friend in Jesus
He ain't got a friend in me
Said I've got a friend in Jesus
He ain't got a friend in me
Oh lord
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4. |
Youth
04:51
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5. |
Bed Bugs
05:20
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Each night the bedbugs sing to me
They sing of sawdust sleep
They sing of survival
As I get down on my knees
Pray typhoid spares me
Spares another day
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6. |
Stranger
02:44
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Hello breakfast, I'm so glad to keep you down today
Everybody's only looking out for themselves
Keep your eyes glued to the ground
Everybody out there has taken something
There's nothing distinguishing about this
The sun comes up and melts this town
I can't believe the things I see
Hello asshole please don't look me in the eye
Or ask me for a cash discount on your next drunken pie
And all you know is what you're told
I've got nothing to say to you
Can't hardly sit here and wait until
The sun comes up and melts this town
I can't believe the things I see
I don't wanna talk to you, that's despicable
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7. |
Rain
04:11
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I wish the rain would come
And cleanse the filth away
A righteous wave
To purify the streets
I wish the rain would come
I'm in my grave if this won't grow
And better days will be
Denied from me
You make it hard every day
You bring the blues, and then take them away
And then you disappear
They say you're all sold out round here
And my friends are to blame
They've been around every night and day
I wish the rain would come
I'm in my grave if this won't grow
And better days will be
Denied from me
And all I ever do is worry about you
And my hands shake as I anticipate this evening's fate
But I've got a new muse
And he's cheaper, stronger and nastier than you
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8. |
Dance Like This
05:05
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I'm just being frank with you
You told me you wanted to
So I'm just being frank with you
Breaking news from the world service:
SOME DRUNK GUY SPEWS ON A ROBOT'S ANUS!
And you know you all deserve it
The penalties will be unheard of
And you know you all deserve it
My heart goes out to plastic perverts
Li Laoshi and Ian Curtis
After the apocalypse everyone will dance like this
After the apocalypse human speech will sound like this
After the apocalypse everyone will lick their lips
Everyone will have fake hips
And everyone will SCREAM
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Melted Ice Cream is a record label and music collective based in and around Christchurch, New Zealand.
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